Not me. in A small but passable life.

It’s just not funny anymore. It’s just pathetic. Pathetic and sad. And a bit disgusting.

MSM of course loves it for the revenue stream.

I’m satisfied in the fact that no matter what happens I can confidently say- “I told you so!”

And my conscience is clear. I’m one of the 140,000,000 citizens that didn’t vote for the dipshit. Whatever happens will be on the 60,000,000 dumbasses that did vote for the dipshit.

Anyway . . .

I’ve got thirty pages left in the novel I’m re-reading. That will be completed tomorrow morning with my coffee.

Tomorrow night I’ll walk to the library downtown, get on one of the computers, wait for 7:42pm, and then print out my boarding pass. I’d rather not pay $5 at the gate.

Sunday morning I’ll sleep in, as usual, shower and shave, start a load of laundry, drink my coffee and finish up packing and clearing out this room.

The clutter surrounding me is slowly being consolidated into its proper place. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll be able to come in under the weight limit. I’m guessing I’m good so far. I paid $25 to check in a forty pound piece of luggage so I will use the whole allowance.

So yeah, a couple more days to enjoy the cool, cloudy and rainy weather.